Well, it’s Saturday morning. Conrad’s taken Max for an outing, and I stayed home to clean our wretched house.
I’m poised to dig in but am of course procrastinating a bit first.
In looking for music to put on while I clean, I saw that there’s an all-Christmas music channel now. YAY! I do believe I’m ready to try to get into that spirit.
By the way, Wally is still with me. This is SO getting on my last nerve. I did a second treatment, after 12 days. I just couldn’t hold out the whole 14 and I could sort of tell no major progress was coming in the next 2 days. Let’s GO! I hope I never get another one after I get rid of this. I feel like a freak show.
I desperately, desperately want to see a show to write about for Examiner.com. There are a couple possibilities for tonight but I’m undecided. It kind of depends on how things go. Life has gotten in my way the last couple weeks, but now my crises are -somewhat- over, I want to get back to supporting local theatre!!!
Ahem.
Attention world: I want to be a writer.
To that end, my goal now is simple - write as much as possible. Take any opportunity I can get. Any time at work I have down time, I want to be working on something, some article of some kind, anything.
World? I’m quite flexible. Seriously, if you have anything that needs writing, any kind of topic at all (well, except maybe for like techy stuff about how to take apart a motorcycle engine or something) - look no further, I’m your (wo)man.
I can’t believe it took me almost 36 years to come to the conclusion about myself that people all around me have been telling me MY ENTIRE LIFE.
I guess the thing was, since my parents were writers, I didn’t see any particular glamour in it. I mean, blah, do what your parents do, how boring is that?? I wanted to be my own person.
But it’s stupid because every time I write anything, of course I’m being my own person!
So I have a couple things in the fire that I have my fingers crossed will develop into more opportunities.
And no, one of them is not replacing Leah Rozen writing reviews of movies for PEOPLE magazine. But hey, you have to start somewhere.
I’m actually a huge fan of Leah Rozen. She wrote a really great review of Precious the other day. I don’t mean I’m a fan of her opinions - I’m not NOT a fan, it’s just that when I say I’m a fan, I just mean of her writing style.
I left the magazine at work for people there to enjoy - live for others, that’s my motto - so I can’t quote her review exactly and can’t seem to find it in its entirety online. But it made me cry. The review.
She touched on something that I’ve thought of a lot - that somehow in our society we have come to tacitly believe that the heartaches, romances, ups and downs of the lives of people who come from impoverished backgrounds or lack education or don’t look like Eva Longoria are somehow less legitimate, less interesting, less valid. It’s so wrong, and yet I know that I’ve caught myself buying into it.
I’ve bought into a lot of crap regarding glamour over the years. I’ve thought for so long, if you don’t have an audience, if the world isn’t watching, you don’t exist. I don’t know why I got this way, but I did. I really bought into the idea that being slender and gorgeous and a genius and fascinating to tons of people was the ultimate measure of success and worthiness in life.
Only now do I finally see myself changing, and seeing there’s so much more to life than that.
So, I’m intrigued by this movie, Precious - though normally anything associated with Oprah automatically repels me, I really want to see it.
The last line of the review was great, too. DAMN it, I wish I could find it! But it was something about her “meaty arm and mighty heart.”
Very clever and moving. Awesome job, Leah Rozen. Big fan.
Switching gears, last night we took Max to a high school football game, so Conrad could do an article about it. Now taking Max to anything like that is pretty much impossible for just us, so we brought one of his young teacher/habilitation ladies from Chrysalis, his school.
It went WAY better than it would have without her. We would probably have had to leave in ten minutes, but she really knew her stuff. You can tell these people are professionals. Managing a willful autistic boy in a public place, who has long legs, tons of energy, a super-loud voice, and the attention span of a gnat is no easy thing, but she really worked with him.
We need to do that more often. Not only would it help him practice going out in public with us, but I can learn so much from watching these ladies. I can’t beat myself up for not being born knowing how to handle this - I mean, these girls have had tons of training and education in this area - but I can, and absolutely should, watch and learn.
I may be an aging dog, but I’m still capable of learning a few new tricks. ;)
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